My lack of motivation for long runs has been making me anxious. Everyone else I know is up to 14 miles plus, and I am no where near that mileage. Sunday was going to be the first long run in two weeks and I HAD to do it. A late dinner out with friends already had me thinking a 6:30AM run was unrealistic, but I figured if I mapped out the run in advance I would have no excuse. Then the heavens opened up...and running in lightening is not my favorite thing to do. I went back to sleep to wait out the storm, unfortunately the storm had more stamina than I anticipated.
So I went to the gym with the daunting task of running 11 miles on a treadmill. I downloaded a really awful movie (New Year's Eve) and plugged in. The first few minutes were terrible, I kept looking around thinking "how am I going to do this?" Then I just sort of zoned out and forgot I was on the treadmill. Luckily the movie took me almost to the end of the run.
I feel a little bit more sore than anticipated, but none of that pain in my calves like I usually do from the treadmill.
While this one worked out, I don't think I will EVER be doing it again.